After accompanying Label to Lab 1, Mai went her own way to sort out all the collateral damage she’s done during her shift as an enforcer.

"You are back in our capable hands, Label," Lalane was happy to be able to conduct some more research again.

Closing the door after Mai, Noix waved his finger.

"I must agree. Please do use a vehicle next time, hmm? Drawing so much unnecessary attention to yourself at this time is unwise. There was an attempt at your life just this morning.
Fortunately, Miss Mai promptly stopped it in its tracks."

"Weird, she didn’t mention it," Label crossed his arms.

"It’s all in a day’s work for her. All the enforcers have their job cut out for them these days, but she is always at the top. Being a captain from a small age must have had its fair share in shaping her," the professor concluded, sitting down next to Lalane.

"How are you feeling?" the assistant showed Label to sit down at the table with them.

"I’m feeling a bit stiff. And hungry. And sleepy."

"Must be the effects of your sudden awakening. A lesser man’s body would need weeks of adjustment just to get out of bed," she scribbled some notes down.

He looked through a broken window and into the hallway, feeling bad about all the things he broke during his escape.

"Aahh…" Noix let out a deep sigh, "You must have been confused and frightened when you woke up. If only I were there for you. Alas, I couldn’t have been keeping an eye on you all the time. Don’t worry about the damage, insurance will—"

"Ins-Insurecen?…In—" Label didn’t know the word.

"It’s a policy that covers any…" Noix wanted to explain but caught a glimpse of his assistant looking at him. He changed his mind.

"Never mind. All good. There are more pressing matters than economics. Just focus on the task at hand while I go and arrange some nutritious food for you. Anything you fancy?" the man stood up.

"Hmm… something meaty," the blond man grinned.

"Figures. Be right back," the blue man closed the door behind him.

"Okay. Let’s see…" Lalane opened her big book and put it on the table in front of her.
Label watched her as behind the triangular glasses, two emerald-colored eyes were flying left and right across the letters.

"Are you Noix’s girlfriend?"

"What!" she jumped suddenly, "N-no… nothing like that. I admire Professor in many ways, but…" the girl started fidgeting.

"Oh, there’s someone else? I shouldn’t jump to conclusions like that," he was a bit embarrassed that his tongue was faster than his brain.

"It’s okay. You’re right. There is someone else, in fact. But it’s a secret. I absolutely can’t tell you."

After a moment she stood up "And don’t go reading my mind or anything now!" she said while threatening with a pen.

"Heh-heh, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m terrible at it. That’s Anciel’s favorite field."

"Anciel… yeah. But he is a gentleman and would never do that to me."

"Uh-huh, he is one of the politest people I ever knew," the man remembered how different he thought they were when they just met.

"Now, I have some tests I need to run you through. First, read and fill out this form; it’s just some legal stuff. Then I’ll need to draw some blood samples. Basically, all I need you to do is relax and answer my questions as we go."

"Got it, but… Can we at least skip the form?"

Seeing the way he looked at the complicated piece of paper, she took the form and put it aside.

"We’ll do that later, just… if anyone asks, say you did it. So, what was the first thing you thought of when you awoke?"

"I’ve no idea… I wasn’t even sure if it was just another dream."

"Alright. How about those dreams? It sounds like you were aware that that’s all they are. Was it lucid dreaming all of the time?"

"I was aware I was dreaming, most of the time, but I couldn’t control my actions. Just my thoughts."

"Alright. Next, describe the nature of those dreams shortly. I can’t really write down the full ten years' worth of dreams now, can I?"

"Of course. No problem. It was the same type of dream but different each time… sort of."

"Try to explain," she took out some equipment from a suitcase.

"Imagine it like this… I dreamt of another life, a few times over. I was the same person, but each time living a different life."

"Interesting. Who were you?"

"Label."

"You were yourself or…?"

"No. I was… argh, it’s so confusing," he got frustrated.

"Please don’t move your arm too much, I’m trying to get your blood out, but I have trouble piercing your skin with the needle…"

"Needle!" he jumped suddenly, almost knocking the table over and startling Lalane, who fell on her behind.

"Ouch…" she was looking for her glasses, tapping around with her hand.

"I’m so sorry…" he helped her up, giving her glasses to her, "All I do lately is keep apologizing…"

"No worries, and thanks," she put them on, "It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have assumed you weren’t afraid of needles, just because you fight dragons and stuff," she was back to writing, seeing how that is more important than the tests which they can always perform later.

"Haha, I’ve never fought a dragon, but I have a dragon. My summon is a dragon," he corrected himself.

"Yes, Albus. I know. Honestly, I can’t wait to meet him," Lalane smiled.

"Maybe later. I gotta ask Anciel to remind me how it’s done. In my dreams, I didn’t have a dragon. It was more like I was the dragon. Not Albus, but Label."

"Wait…hold on a minute. Label is a dragon? Now I’m really confused."

"No wonder. I was there and even I don’t know how to explain it. Label is… not human. But he’s not a dragon either. He’s more than one thing, I think."

"Tell me about that dragon. Why did you think Label is a dragon?"

"It’s more like… his soul… like Dyus! Dyus’ soul was a lion, while Anciel’s is a panther. That’s what I meant."

"I see. So that other Label’s soul is also a dragon just like yours, but not Albus?"

"Something like that. I remember Dyus told me that one can also achieve a physical transformation, in a sense that a summoner of the soul becomes that soul on the outside as well."

"Like a Panther-Anciel?" she leaned back, playing with one of her brown braids.

"Yes, exactly! That other Label could change himself, his physical form into something… frightening. He was not the only one though… other Ainolonians could do it too."

"Wha…What was that?! Can you repeat that please?!"

"What…? He could change into—"

"No, no, no! Other who?"

"Ainolonians. Why is that so important?"

A mix of surprise and ecstasy painted over Lalane’s face, as she realized they could be on a brink of a new discovery. Her lips were left half open as she stuttered.

"W-w-what do you mean? Why do you find it not to be?"

And yet the blue-eyed man seemed unfazed like it was an everyday thing he just said.

"Well Ainolonians are just…people from AinoloniA. That’s all there is to it."

"You don’t find your notion a bit…odd? Who are those Ainolonians you speak of?" the girl was almost trembling, fighting the urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake the information out of him.

"They are…" Label’s facial expression suddenly changed. He no longer looked calm and composed, but suddenly got lost and looked rather frightened, "W-who are…What…" he leaned forward and put his face into his palms.

"What’s wrong? Are you okay?" she noticed he’s lost track of their conversation, but what had her even more worried was the fact that she was holding the pen down at the paper, but no matter how hard she tried, she could remember the word he used.

"I’m fine. It’s just… what did you ask me last?" he leaned back again.

"Hmmmmmm…" she wasn’t sure how to proceed, but seeing his reaction and her own inability to recollect what he said, Lalane decided it was best to ask him that later, "Okay, let’s back up a bit.

Who were you in your dreams?"

"I think I was Label. Actually, like I was dreaming his life, or should I say, lives. I was somewhere different every time. Except for this one single time… I’d even say that dream was the first of my dreams and the longest one."

"Sounds plausible. We already stick to the theory that you have been born into this world more than once. Every time you did, Emnikatia, or more precisely, Abraxia, would find and kill you.
In his final moments, he claimed that he was doing it to protect the world from you. Well, from Label, that is. We should refer to him as True Label or Original Label, to avoid confusion."

Label looked down, "Why do you think he is more true than me?"

"Aahh… sorry about that. I didn’t come up with that name. But it makes more sense he was here before you and not vice versa, don’t you think? Actually, I think you’re not him at all, but your own man."

"Thanks, I guess…"

"Cheer up. According to our calculations, there was a bigger chance you’d wake up as him, not as you. But it would appear you prevailed, somehow."

"Thanks, Lalane."

"No probs. Anyways, I would presume the dreams you had were visions of your previous lives. So…you mentioned a longer one?"

"Yes. His first life was unimaginably long. I can’t even guess how long, but in comparison, all the other ones are like the last blink of an eye compared to your whole life, Lalane."

"…wow," she wrote all that down, "Okay, could you point to the part of the world you think you were at, when dreaming about that life?" she opened her book on the last page, presenting a map on the table in front of him.

"Here," he put his finger above the map, onto the table.

Lalane pursed her lips and squint her eyes, before turning the page back to her notes and writing that down.

"Look…" he stared at the map, "I have not been to all parts of the world myself, you know. I can hardly recognize it. But it felt like that longest dream wasn’t in this world at all."

"O-kaaaay…" she jolted down some more scribbles. Her face looked like she was very excited by the gained insight.

"In any case… while being Label, I felt...stronger. More powerful. He lived long and changed during the course of his long life. He wasn’t always good or bad, but I’m sure that if there is one thing he regrets, it’s the fact that he killed Suicon, his brother."

"So the legends were true?! Toukoku was right after all! Label did kill Suicon…" Lalane was very surprised to hear that.

"No. I remember what Dyus and Zandor told me. Neither Emnikatia, nor Toukoku knows the whole story.
Also, I really hope you understand these were just dreams… they could be influenced by what I heard and experienced before I went to sleep. They hardly prove anything."

"I agree and yet the facts regarding what happened moments before you went comatose are undisputable. Multiple reliable sources told us the same story:
‘Label as if transformed into another man, as if hosting another soul, or rather souls, became a force unseen on this earth.’
Those are the words of your Master. The others described a similar thing."

"Alright. I suppose so," the man shrugged, not recalling anything after he touched the Zehnhander.

"So, you know the whole story? About Suicon and Label I mean."

"No. Only what I saw. From when he was born until he died. But I think the story Nadila told Dyus is the most plausible one."

"Remind me, please."

"In short;  Yannon created the world and then himself. He had four sons; Yannei, Negatis, Suicon and Label."

"So he named you Label?"

"No, we knew our names. Everyone knows their name when they are born. You can’t name someone. That would be like taking away their freedom…" Label’s brows furrowed as if it was an obvious thing.

"I see… please continue."

"So, out of us four, Suicon and I were the only ones that hatched. The other two were still inside their eggs."

"Eggs???" she experienced yet another shock.

"Yeah. That’s how Ainolonians are born…"

Being smart, now that he’s said it again, Lalane managed to finally get that information onto the paper, before he gets confused again.

"There! Finally, have it written down. Ainolonians huh?" she looked up and saw him staring at her a bit confused.

"Don’t mind me, Label. Please continue."

"So, the two of them remained in their eggs as far as I know. When I asked my father about it, he said they will only come out when they feel ready."

"…father?" she asked readying her pen.

"Yannon."